I do not own The Legend of Zelda. It belongs to Nintendo.

Blood

by Carlson

There was blood on his hands.

It wasn't the sickly purply-green color of the bokoblins or moblins.

This blood was red.

All too red.

He stared at his hands as if he had never seen them before.

Whose hands are these?

The image of the bloodstained palms was blurry. Slowly, it cleared.

Oh yeah. They're just my hands.

My hands.

But where did this blood come from?

Am I injured?

He could see no wound.

Just a body.

Just a body with a sword in its chest and a hole in their hand.

Suddenly he felt hot, like he was on fire.

He turned over his hand.

There it was.

That third little triangle, glowing.